A/N: Updating on a day I promised? What in the world?!

Anyway, this is the real prompt fic for Kale Bishop. This should've been written and uploaded a few hours ago, but seriously, I'm so obsessed with Pitch Perfect I've done nothing but watch clips of it. And show tunes.

Age: 15 - In the same time as the last chapter.

Words: 932

Disclaimer: Idea isn't fully mine, how on earth do you think I would've come up with a show and snap crackin' as Phineas and Ferb? Come on now. Sort yourself out.

Admittance

"Isabella?" Phineas whispered to the shapeless lump beside him.

"..."

"Isabella?" He whispered again slightly louder, and prodded at the middle of the sleeping bag.

He watched as the sleeping bag began to take shape as Isabella turned face down and straightened.

"...Isabella?"

"Phineas?"

"You awake?"

Isabella let out an audible groan. "No."

Phineas chuckled quietly and prodded her back again.

"Phin- what?" Isabella asked, checking her phone for the time and squinting at the light.

"I can't sleep." He told her.

"Probably because you're used to sleeping on the comfiest bed in the world." She whispered back, now committing herself to be as awake as Phineas. She turned on her side and fought to free an arm to the freezing cold. She propped her head up on her free (and cold) elbow and looked at him.

He was mirroring her exactly. Isabella wondered briefly how long he'd been lying like that and blushed, thankful for the darkness of the tent.

"How would you know how comfy my bed is?" Phineas asked her, and she swore she could hear a flirty tone. It could just as easily be how he sounds when he whispers though, she thought.

"I have been in your room before, you know. I've sat on your bed; I even slept on it once."

"You did? When?"

Isabella smiled. "A couple of years ago. We were all at your house one afternoon, and I was starting to feel sick so you said you'd take care of me, and since my mum was out you insisted I get some sleep at yours, remember?"

Phineas remained quiet for a moment. "Almost- I said you could sleep in my bed, didn't I?"

"That's how I ended up sleeping there, duh."

"And then Ferb and I both had to sleep on the sofa's in the front room that night, didn't we?" Phineas laughed quietly.

"I vaguely remember that," Isabella laughed too. "I do remember he wasn't happy about it. You can't have liked it too much either."

"I didn't mind." He admitted. "I liked looking after you."

"I liked you looking after me too." She smiled, and she knew his eyes had adjusted enough to the dark to see her.

"I'll bet you did."

"What?" Isabella asked, shocked at his unusually bold tone.

"Because I made you feel better, didn't I? I'm pretty sure you laughed your way through the afternoon when you weren't sleeping. Laughter is the best medicine, after all. Too bad it didn't work on your fever, though." He told her.

"I didn't have a fever that day; it was just a bad headache."

"Then why were your cheeks...never mind. I'm just saying, it was fun just hanging out with you, even if you were ill. I'm pretty sure you were just abusing my good nature to get me to run around after you." He finished with a wink.

"I would never!" Isabella retorted with mock horror. "The very thought!" They both erupted into a fit of hastily quietened giggles.

"I see no other reason why you would suddenly become ill, Isabella. I think really it was just an evil plot to get to me hang around with you all day." He told her.

"I'd have to make a plot to get to hang around you? An 'evil' one? I'm that bad?" Isabella asked, trying her best to keep her tone light but knew she had failed.

"What-no! Of course not, I was just- I thought we were still joking!" He whisper shouted in panic at her, and Isabella couldn't help the giggle that erupted out of her. It wasn't often that she reduced him to a blabbering mess.

"We were, don't worry about it, Phineas." She said warmly.

"Good. And I really did, you know. Like looking after you. And hanging out with you. We don't do that much, do we? Just the two of us?" He asked.

Isabella felt her heart pounding and she was sure he could hear it. "We don't." She admitted. "Maybe we should, you know, in future?"

"Maybe we should." He repeated and then sighed.

Isabella didn't know what to say. She was scared of pushing it further and have him shut her down again, but she was even more scared of not pushing it and never knowing if this was it. The moment she'd been waiting for.

She stared at him and he stared back, waiting for her to say something. She was about to open her mouth when they were interrupted by a loud snore somewhere in the tent.

They both snapped out of their gaze and laughed quietly and Isabella knew that this wasn't it, it can't have been. As much as she wanted it to be- really, really wanted it to be- she didn't want their 'get together' story to include Buford snoring.

She looked at him again and smiled shyly. "So, anyway, that's how I know your bed is comfy compared to these air beds. Plus, I don't think you inflated yours properly." She said, freeing another hand to press down on his air bed, which felt like it only had a breath of air in it.

"Hey!" He yelled louder than he should because her hand was making the mattress jump up and down and jolt him unevenly. He grabbed her hand and gave it a light shake. "There'll be no more of that, young lady." He scolded her and his smile brightened when she laughed, even more so; she thought she saw, when she didn't let go of his hand. He hadn't let go of hers either.

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